The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
My Happy Place

There is a shore by the ocean bright
where the sand lies softly warm
waiting for your hard and weary feet.

On that shore, lap crystal clear waves,
that play and leap and laugh in the sun,
waiting for your worn and heavy hands.

In those waves, move currents deep,
that can carry away the body's weight,
waiting for your dusty and parched soul
to awaken...

Deep calls to deep.

As your feet stand burried in a trillion
diamond grains, wealth beyond imagination,
your hands dancing on the wavetops, sending
rhythms of joy through your bones,
Lie back on the waters that give life,
Let creation carry you back to the Creator.

You could never leave His arms,
and all our cares were His first, so
we only seek now to serve, to
smile when we see a face, to
sing when we hear a melody, to 
dance when our souls are lifted
by His breath.

He made it all for you,
to share with us, 
for His glory and pleasure
is in our delighting in Him.

Love,
Mark
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